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Down The Path


I hear the knocking on the door. Have my panties on under my shorts and tshirt. Nervously open the door and the man comes by me and I follow him into the living room.

He stops and turns. 'On your knees now'. He moves in front of me showing me his ID so he knows I know who he is in case he gets out of line. 'Tell me why you invited me here.' Looking down embarrassed to have to say it. 'I invited you here to treat me like a faggot Sir. I need a real man to come over occasionally and show me just how much of a fag I am.'

He lifts my chin with his finger then suddenly he slaps my face. Not hard but very stinging. 'And how do I do that faggot?'

'By punishing me Sir and making me suck cock Sir.'

'Get up and take your clothes off bitch.'

I get up and take my shirt and shorts off. Stand there in just my panties as he looks me over. He runs his hands over my body feeling me up. His hand on my ass over the panties feels so good. He finally makes his way to my balls and he takes them in his fist and squeezes lightly.

'What kind of man invites another man over and wears panties to boot. He can't be much of a man, can he?' He squeezes my balls a little harder. 'You aren't really much of a man at all are you?'

Going to my toes as he squeezes harder. 'No Sir I'm not really much of a man.'

'Then fucking stop acting like one. You walk and talk like a little fairy, you understand faggot?' squeezing a little harder.

'Yes Sir I understand,' I answer trying to sound a little more gay.

'No you don't but you will.' He moves behind me and fastens my hands with the Velcro straps laying there. He pulls me after him as he moves to the straight chair and I'm pulled down over his lap. 'You will understand faggot.' And he starts on my ass.

It hurts but I know I deserve to be treated like this. Trying not to cry as he spanks me hard. He talks to me telling me how he will be stopping over occasionally to help beat the man out of me and make me accept that I'm just a faggot sissy and needs to be used like one. I start crying, it's so humiliating to have another man make you cry. It drives home what a wimp I must be.

He pushes me from his lap getting up and finishes undressing. Sitting back down in the chair and spreading his legs. 'Worship it faggot, if I'm not impressed you are back over my lap. Understand sissy boy?'

Wiping the tears from my eyes, 'Yes Sir.'

'Beg for it.'

'Please let me suck your cock Sir.'

'You a cocksucker boy?'

'Yes Sir, I'm a cocksucker.'

SLAP. He slaps my cheek another stinging blow. 'I don't believe you bitch.'

'Please Sir, please let me suck you cock, be your cocksucker, please.'

SLAP. The other cheek. 'Are you going to be a good little fagboy?'

Tears flowing again. 'Yes Sir.'

'How are you going to act when I'm here?'

'Like a faggot Sir.'

'Then suck my cock bitch.'

I kiss his cock, running my tongue all over his cockhead, then suck it into my mouth and start sucking him. I work my tongue over his cockhead and underside of his cock as I slide it in and out of my mouth. Slide it a little too deep and gag a little. He grabs my head and pulls me off his cock.

'I thought you said you were a cocksucker boy,' he says.

'I'm sorry Sir, I haven't had much practice. I'm sorry I gagged.'

He takes his cock and smears the juices on it on my cheeks and lips. 'You disappoint me boy and you will regret it, you understand that, don't you faggot?'

'Yes Sir I understand, I will try harder.'

'You need a lot of training boy, nothing would be worse than bringing friends over and you sucking them like you are sucking me right now.'

Feel that I must be disappointing him. I thought I was doing all right sucking him but I guess I'm not. Will he really bring other people over? It makes me nervous just thinking about him doing that. The thought of being made to act like a real fag in front of other strangers would be so scary. The thought of having other men watch me suck someone's cock would be so humiliating. I feel his hands on both sides of my head and he starts pulling me back on his cock. I feel it slide deep into my mouth stopping before it forces me to gag.

'You have to learn to suck like faggots suck boy. None of this weak ass sucking like your girlfriends might have given you before you realized what a fag you are.'

He pulls my head back on his cock, deeper hitting my gag reflex again and I gag. He pulls my head off his cock and slaps my face, not that hard but it still stings a lot.

'Your choice boy, take it or take my hand, now let's try that again.'

He pulls my head down again making me gag again but holding his cock there as I struggle, my hands still bound behind my back. Finally he lets me up and pulls out again.

'Lift your head boy, look at me.'

When I do he slaps me again. I feel tears in my eyes from the gagging and the slapping.

'Damn, you a little crybaby too aren't you? You ready to try again fagboy?'

I nod my head yes and feel his slap again.

'When I ask you a question faggot, I expect an answer.'

'Yes Sir please let me suck your cock again, please.' He pulls me back onto his cock and against my throat. I try hard not to gag as he holds me there. Finally he lets me up. I try to catch my breath, can feel slobber on my chin.

'You will learn to take it all and bigger cocks too. I know you were trying boy, you deserve a reward, suck my balls.'

He lifts his legs more displaying his balls and I move my head down and start licking them, getting them all wet.

'That's it faggot, wash them balls for me. Suck them into your mouth and worship my balls. Maybe if you do a good job, I will let you lick my asshole next. Nothing like a fag tongue sliding up your asshole.'

I can't believe he would make me do that. I don't know if I could do it if he told me to. It's just sounds so nasty. I keep licking on his balls and suck them into my mouth getting them nice and juicy. Finally he grabs my head and pulls me up on his cock again and starts face fucking me. He gentle at first then starts pulling me deeper and deeper till I start gagging but he doesn't stop. Pulls me back off his cock a little then slides it in deep again. I start struggling as he face fucks me but he holds me tight and makes me take it. Tears run down my face from the gagging. Finally, he pulls me off, lifting my head, slaps my face hard and pushes me away.

'You have a lot to learn faggot if you are to become my cumslut fagboy.'

He moves behind me and unfastens my hands.

'Bedroom boy.'

'Yes Sir.'

I head to the bedroom with him following me. When we get there he tells me to get on the bed on my hands and knees and I do it. He starts fastening Velcro binding on both my ankles with two steel rings in each. He then takes another Velcro strap and connects my ankles together with one of the rings on each ankle. Then he pulls my left wrist back and velcros it hooking it to the other ring on my left ankle. Then he does the same on the right side. My head down on the bed my ass high in the air. Feel so helpless.

'How did I tell you to behave when I was here boy?'

'You told me you wanted me to act like a faggot Sir.'

'Do you think you sound like a faggot when you answered me boy?'

'No Sir, I guess not, I kind of forgot, I'm sorry Sir.'

'And do you think you walked like a faggot when you walked back here boy?'

'No Sir, I'm sorry, I will try to do better.'

'You must not think it's important to do what I tell you to do, is that it boy?'

'No Sir, I know it's important, I'm sorry.'

'Sorry means shit to me boy, if you don't do as I say, there are consequences.'

'Please Sir, please, I promise to do better.' I look over and see him take a wooden paddle out of his bag.

'Please don't Sir, please,' trying to sound as gay as I can.

'I've heard enough of your bullshit faggot, there is only one thing bitches like you understand.'

I watch as he takes a red ball gag from his bag. He forces it into my mouth and straps it tight behind my head. I feel the tears coming. I look back, trying to plead with my eyes but watch as he moves down by my ass, paddle in hand. Then my ass explodes in pain. WHACKKKKKKKKKKK. OH GOD. It hurt so badly. Then as I try to recover, the next blow. WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. My ass feels likes it's on fire as I move my head from side to side, mumbling through the gag begging you to stop but you don't. You work my ass, sometimes not so hard, sometimes hard, sometimes not so hard but over and over quickly in same place. It doesn't take long before I'm crying hard, trying to move ass out of the way of the blows but you hold me in place. Finally you stop, take the gag from my mouth. I can't stop crying, my ass hurts so badly.

'Do you think that will help your memory boy?'

Sobbing loudly as I try to answer. 'Yes Sir.'

'How will you act when I'm here boy?'

'Like a faggot Sir,' trying hard to sound as faggy as I can.

'And if someone else if here boy?'

'I will still act like I'm a fag Sir.'

'Why is that boy?'

'Because I'm a fag Sir.'

'Good boy.' You let me loose. 'Go get me a drink faggot.'

I prance out of the room trying to walk like a fag. My ass still feels on fire.

I come back with your drink. Head down, I extend my hands. 'For you Sir.'

He takes the drink from me. His finger lifts my chin making me look at him, his stare intense, penetrating. 'Why are you still standing faggot?'

I move to my knees quickly. 'I'm sorry Sir.' Head down, knees spread.

'What did I tell you about sorry faggot?' he questions.

'Sorry doesn't count, that there are consequences for my behavior Sir.'

'Get your fag mouth on my cock bitch, we need to have a little talk.'

I move forward on my knees, open my mouth and take his cock into my mouth. It's only semi-hard and feels so strange in my mouth. I start to suck when you stop me.

'No sucking faggot, just keep the head in your mouth and kiss it like your ass depends on it.'

I do as he tells me to do. His cockhead covered with juices as my tongue worships it. Really don't want to make this guy mad. Wondering if this is more than I wanted, the way he talked to me and the hard discipline. The degrading talk is all so strange. I'm still thinking about it when you tell me to look at you. I look up and see that look on your face, wanting to lower my eyes but know I better not.

'This too much for you boy?' he asks. 'I always give faggots a chance to show what a wimp they are and beg out of it. I don't have time for faggots like that, a faggot should know this is what he deserves, what he needs.'

My mind racing, he is giving me a chance to put an end to this. He is so intense, I try to concentrate and get my thoughts together. Thinking, isn't this what I always fantasize about. A man who really takes control of me when we are together. Then I think about the pain, the abuse, do I really want to be treated like this. If I don't stop now will I get another chance if it gets to be too much????

I lift my head from his cock 'It's a little more intense than I was thinking about Sir.'

'Answer the fucking question. Is this too much for you faggot?'

Knowing what I should say, I hear the words, 'No Sir' come out of my mouth. Is this what I really need?

'Look up at me faggot.'

When I do he slaps my face. Wincing I look down, my face stinging.

'Look at me faggot.'

Not wanting to do it but know I must. I look up and when I do he slaps me again. Feel like I'm about to cry again.

'Is this something you need faggot?'

Looking down, 'Yes Sir.' Tears running down my cheeks as I try to keep from sobbing.

'Beg bitch.'

I can't believe he is making me beg him to treat me like shit, use me, abuse me, humiliate me. How can I do that? Not knowing what to do but find myself bending over submissively. 'Please Sir, please show me my place. I need a real man to help me. Please Sir.'

He puts his foot on the back of my head, pushing my face down near the floor. 'I don't believe you faggot.'

'Please Sir please train me to serve real men. I will do what you tell me to. I want to be your cocksucker Sir, please.'

He lets me up, making me kneel in front of him. 'Look at me.'

I look at him, bracing myself figuring he is going to slap me again.

'It's ok faggot you can go ahead and ask me.'

I don't know what he is talking about. 'Sir, I don't know what you mean.'

'I can tell by looking at you that you want to show me how much you mean what you said when you were begging to be my fag slut. You know, how you want to lick my ass nice and clean and then see how far up my ass you can get your fag tongue.'

I can't believe what he just said. How can he expect me to do that? But how do I say no? I had just told him I would do what he said and this is what he wants obviously. Don't say anything, face down.

'Isn't that what you were thinking faggot?'

Quietly, 'Yes Sir.'

'The thought of your tongue licking my ass excites you boy?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Maybe if you ask nicely, I will let you lick my ass faggot.'

So humiliating, I keep looking down. 'Please Sir, please let me lick your ass for you.'

'You sure you want to do this boy, stick your face in a man's ass crack and lick his ass, only nasty faggots do shit like that?'

'Yes Sir I want to do it to please you,' I tell him.

'No I don't think so, it would only be right if it was something you really wanted, really wanting to lick a man's ass. I don't know if you really want to do it.'

'I want to do it Sir, I really do.'

'Convince me.'

I recognize the look on his face and know what I must do. 'Please Sir, I really want to lick your ass for you, get it nice and wet.'

'Anything else you want to do faggot?'

Know where he is leading, I just do it. 'Yes Sir I want to slide my tongue up your asshole as far as I can.'

'You are a nasty little fucker aren't you? It's no wonder you need a real man in your life, showing you how you deserve to be treated.'

'Yes Sir.'

He moves his hand forward, sticking out a finger, 'Suck faggot.'

I do as told sucking his finger, feeling like such a wimp. He moves his hand to the back of my head pulling it forward as he slides a second finger into my mouth. He presses them forward till they finally make me choke. He pulls then back a little as he makes me look at him. Then he starts moving more fingers into my mouth making me stretch my lips over his fingers. He forces me to look at him as he humiliates me like this, his other hand behind my head pulling me onto his hand. It all makes me feel so small and weak. Finally he pulls his hand out, wiping the slobber over my cheeks.

'OK faggot, you get your wish. I'm going to let you eat my ass but if I feel like you aren't really trying or just no good at it, there will be consequences.'

He moves to the bed getting on hands and knees leaving me room behind him to get on the bed. It seems to make it worse, him sticking his ass out to be worshipped. What kind of guy does this, lick a man's crack, tongue fuck his asshole. Realizing what kind of guy does do this and realize that I really must be a faggot to do this. A nasty faggot that need guidance for sure. I moved forward and move my head towards his ass.

'Just stick your face into the crack and then I want you to tell me that this is what your deserve.'

I do as he says moving my head into his ass crack. It wasn't repulsing but was very humiliating. I then tell him, 'Thank you Sir I know I deserve to be treated like this.'

'Spread my cheeks and lick my ass faggot, get it nice and clean with your fag tongue.'

Know it's the moment of truth and do as told, stick my tongue out and lick slowly up his ass crack. It was so humiliating and then I did it again, licking, licking ass, licking another man's ass crack. Thinking about all the times I have thought about this and now I'm actually doing it. I continue licking, your crack getting wet. It hits me suddenly that I'm really trying to make it feel good for you, that you deserve this and I want to please you. His ass crack is getting so wet and juicy and I feel his hole when my tongue licks across it. My cheeks wet from being shoved into your ass.

'Beg for it boy, beg for my hole.'

Can't believe how I am feeling, realize I really want to stick my tongue up his ass, I mean I really want to. Panting, I raise my head a little. 'Can I slide my tongue up your ass Sir.' Saying it, it seems even nastier but know I want to do it. 'Please.'

'Do it faggot, but do it well bitch.'

I move my head down, find his asshole with my tongue and try sliding my tongue in. Harder to do it than I thought, I spread his ass cheeks, my face buried in his ass cheeks as I push my tongue into his ass. Feel it slide inside, so weird, moving my tongue around licking then try to get it deeper, deeper up his asshole. Why do I feel I need to get my tongue deep up his ass and tongue fuck it? Why do I want to do it so badly? Feel his hand on the back of my head, grinding my face into his crack. I feel like such a fag.

Finally he pushes me away, on my knees my face covered with juices. He rolls over lifts his knees spreading them, pulling me between them as he strokes his hard cock. It's right in front of my face then I realize what is going to happen. His thighs hold my head tight and he is stroking harder, faster, then it happens. He starts cumming, the first string over my nose and on a cheek. Then he paints my face with his cum. I feel like such a fag slut. I can taste his cum on my lips.

Feel him start rubbing his cock in the cum then he moves it to my mouth and I lick his cum off his cock. The feeling of submission overwhelms me as I clean his cock over and over. Finally he gets up and starts dressing. I just lay there my cock full and throbbing.

'Jack off faggot, catch your cum in your other hand.'

He watches me as I do it. It doesn't take me long till I fill my other palm with hot cum.

'OK faggot, lick it all up like a good little sissy faggot.'

I do as he says. My first time tasting my own cum. Always wanted to do it but once I cum the desire leaves. It's almost the same now. After cumming, I feel like such a faggot. How could I let him treat me like this? Why would I do that? I feel like such a wimp. But I find myself lowering my head, my mouth opens and I start licking the cum from my hand. Hear him laughing at me.

'You will be in panties anytime we are together faggot, really can't think of you as a man now. This will be when I am here or if I tell you to meet me somewhere. It's easy to see that you are really rather fem.'

Makes me feel so low now. Realize he must be right or why did I do what I did. 'Yes Sir.'

'I will let you know when we are going to meet again faggot. Answer my emails promptly. Any disobedience will be dealt with, understand?'

'Yes Sir.' He turns his back, grabs his toys and I escort him to the door, remembering to walk like a fag.

'Bye faggot.'

I go back into the bedroom, curl up on the bed thinking about what just happened. How could I let him treat me like that? Tears flow as I think about how he will be back. What if I tell him I can't do this? How can I tell him no? I don't think I can. Where will this lead?? I fall asleep and the tears stop.

End of part one.


















Down The Path Ch. 02


I waited to hear from him again. At first, I didn't know if I really wanted to get together again. The first time we met, at times it was a little more intense than I was looking for. After a few days I couldn't get him out of my mind. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted him to call me.

Finally one evening he called. 'Hello fag.'

'Hello Sir.'

'Do you know the xxx rated bookstore on Industrial fag?'

'Yes Sir, I know where it's at.'

'You have one hour to be there. Wear your panties. If you do not show up, you will never hear from me again.' Then he hung up.

Damn, damn, I told him that discretion was important, that I wanted to keep this in my house. What if someone sees me there? But, if I don't go, he said that was it as far as getting together. Really don't want that. I know what he did when we met and that it hurt a lot at times and he made me feel like a real fag but I really want to be with him. I need to see him again. Looking at the clock, he said one hour. Damn, I wish he wanted me there now. I can imagine all the thoughts that will race through my mind as I wait. How many times will I change my mind about going? What will he expect me to do there? I think about having to wear a pair of panties. No doubt that he will check to make sure I did. Damn, damn.

I pull up in front of the bookstore. I'm so nervous, not really ready for this but know I have to do it. He told me to. Walk into the bookstore and see a middle aged man behind the counter looking me over as I walk in. It did not seem to matter to him that he was staring at me, checking me out. I quickly broke eye contact with him and headed back to the booth area in the back.

'Boy, you will need tokens for the booths,' the clerk informs me.

'Oh, ok, I walk over to the counter.' When I look up at him as I get closer, his look leaves no doubt what he is thinking.

'Haven't seen you in here before boy.'

'I haven't been here before,' was my reply.

'Too bad, you make sure you come back again boy.'

I can't believe he keeps calling me boy, I know I'm older than he is but I don't say anything. I hand him a $5. 'Can I have some tokens?'

'That won't be enough, give me $10.'

What's with this guy? I take back the $5 and get a $10 out of my wallet, 'Ok here.' He leans over looking at me.

'I like boys who do what they are told,' he says as he places the tokens in my hand, his fingers stroking my palm lightly.

Embarrassed , can feel my face getting red as I turn and walk back towards the booths.

'Have fun sweetie.'

Fuck, how can he say that? Do I really come across like that? There was no doubt that guy thought I was a fag and must think I'm submissive. I can't believe he thought it was alright to talk to me like that. Why didn't I say something? I just stood there and took it.

I round the corner into the booth area and see you leaning against a wall in the back. I walk back to you. 'Can we talk about this Sir?'

'No.' He grabs my arm around the bicep and leads me over to a larger booth, pushes me inside then follows me in, locking the door behind us.

'Sir?"

He just looks at me. 'Shut the fuck up, take off your shirt.'

'Please Sir. Please don't make me do this in public.'

'If you aren't down to your panties in 30 seconds, I will strip you and lead you around the booths in just your panties, is that what you want faggot or are you going to do as told.'

I look at him and know he isn't k**ding. I pull my shirt off and slide my shorts down and off, in just panties and sandals. Feel so exposed, what if the cops show up? Feeling a little panic setting in as you turns me toward one of the walls. I see it, a large glory hole.

'You seem to be having trouble accepting the fact you are a fag, maybe this will help. You don't want to disappoint me, do you boy?'

'No Sir, I don't but I could get in trouble doing this.'

'Then you better hope it doesn't take you to long to suck three cocks then boy.'

'Sir, please don't make me do this, please. We can go to my place and you can punish me hard, please don't make me do this.' I hear noise in the next booth then hear the door being shut. Try to turn away but he holds me tightly, letting the man in the booth look in and see me if he wants. I hear the video next door start, the sound adding to the sound of the video playing in our booth. Then I see the light darkening around the glory hole and see him looking in. Really can't tell what he looks like, can just see his eyes. He stays there looking at me for a little while then he moves away. A short time later a cock slides through the hole. Oh god.

'Do it faggot, get your mouth on his cock unless you want everyone hear you get a spanking right here.'

You release me and I move toward the hole. It's so low I have to get on my knees. I feel the wetness on the floor and realize that I just knelt in someone cum. It's so nasty but I needed to be on my knees so I just stayed there. Then I moved my hands against the wall and leaned in and took his cock into my mouth. It was only semi-hard but was really warm. I ran my tongue all over his cock head and sucked him a little deeper in my mouth. I felt his cock getting bigger, harder to stretch my lips around it and I felt him start moving his cock in and out of my mouth.

I felt your hand on the back of my head holding me in place. I feel your hot breathe in my ear as your hands grab my balls through my panties and squeeze lightly.

'Come on faggot, you can do better than that. Show him what a cocksucker you are, go on bitch. Take his cock deeper.' I feel you press my head forward more as the man continues fucking my mouth, slowly but steadily, trying to make me take more and more. 'Maybe, he might like a good moan faggot,' you say as you squeeze and twist my balls.

I moan loudly. I wonder if anyone heard that, but my thoughts go back to the cock as he moves faster. You pull me off his cock.

'Beg him to cum on your face faggot.'

Your grip still hard, threatening, on my balls, and I lean up to the hole. 'Will you cum on my face please?' Can't believe this is happening.

'Sure faggot, I like giving facials to fag bitches,' is his reply.

His cock comes back through the hole and I start sucking again. It doesn't take long till I feel his cock swell. I take it in my hand and stroke it aiming it at my face, my mouth open. Realize even with all the concerns and fears I have, that I want this to happen. I want this man to cum on my face and he does. The first spurt across my nose and cheek. I move my face closer and stroke him as his hot cum lands on my lips, my forehead, my cheeks, my chin and as he finished I took him back in my mouth and sucked the last of his cum into my mouth. Panting, feel the wetness on my face as I realize what I just did. Feel like such a fag, looking for something to wipe my face off.

'Leave it where it is boy, get down there and thank the man for letting you suck him.'

I look back towards the hole. Lean forward, 'Thank you Sir for letting me suck your cock.'

'You fag bitches always make the best cocksuckers. Thank the man with you for sharing his fag.'

Down from the high I got sucking him and now just feel nasty and humiliated. Hear the man next door leaving and the door shuts again, then I hear it being locked. Another man must have come in when he left.

'Do it now faggot, mouth to that hole and beg the man. Tell him you need more cock.'

'Please Sir. Please don't make me do this.'

'Would you prefer to get up and get over my lap faggot?'

'No Sir.'

'Then do as you are told.'

I move my face to the hole again. 'Sir would you like me to suck your cock? I really need more cock.' How can I do this? What am I doing?

I look through the hole as I see him unfasten his pants pushing them down. See the outline of a big cock through his tight jockeys, can see a big mushroom head. He slowly takes it out and strokes it slowly. I watch as it grows in his hand and he moves closer stroking still. I see it as he gets close, a big drop of precum on his piss slit. I open my mouth and hear him laugh softly as he moves his cock to my lips and I stick my tongue out licking it off.

'Kiss it for me, I want to see your fags lips on my cockhead,' the man orders.

I do it, kiss his cockhead over and over. Such a big head, so soft so juicy. I love running my tongue all over the head making it shine. Hear you laugh softly from behind me.

'Not a fag? Look at you. A real faggot cocksucker. You can't fucking wait. Ask him to fuck your face faggot.'

'Will you fuck my face Sir?' Not thinking, the feel of the cock at my lips has me intoxicated.

'Put your face up against the hole fag and keep it there. Open wide, prove to me how bad you want it.'

I hear you laugh again behind me and you take my head in both your hands and press my face up against the panel with the glory hole. Then I hear you say, 'Use my fagboy.' I feel so helpless. I open my mouth wide, I can't see anything. Then I feel him rubbing his wet cock all over my lips. it's so slick from precum. Then he pushes forward slowly pushing his big cock into my mouth. My lips being stretched letting his big mushroom head into my mouth. Oh god, I love the way it feels and tastes.

'I like my fag's mouth nice and wet if you want to help me out over there.'

I realize he is talking to you and feel your hands pulling my head back making me look up at you.

'Open your mouth fagboy.'

I open my mouth wide and watch as you open your mouth and lets a big glob of his spit leave your mouth falling right into mine. So nasty.

'Don't move or swallow that fagboy, I have some more for you.'

I see you slowly let your spit slide from your mouth in a long line slowly falling in to my mouth. The look on your face leaves no doubt in my mind that you are into this and I better do as told.

'That should help, get on that cock bitch.'

You press my face back into the hole as I hear you tell me that I better not disappoint you. Immediately, I feel his cock slide between my lips and back into my mouth. Feel him moving it around finding your spit.

'That's better faggot, you are going to need that.'

I'm sucking on his cock, my mouth so wet and juicy. Love sucking his cock. I feel him push it in a little further, my mouth feels so full, my tongue licking the underside of his cock. Then a little further, almost makes me gag but he pulls back a little and I catch a breath.

I feel your hot breathe in my ear. 'Boy this is going to happen, we will take it slow. I know it will be hard for you but do you really want the people outside to hear you gagging?'

Try to pull my head back but you hold me tightly. I hear you say go ahead and then feel him slide his cock deeper. Want to gag, trying to pull back harder but I can't. I can't choke everyone will know.

'Breathe through your nose, let it in. It's what fag cocksuckers like you do. It's what you need. To have a cock take your mouth. Open up. Let his cock into your throat.'

There are tears running down my cheeks, the urge to gag so strong that I barely can control it but I do out of fear of discovery. Try breathing through nose and realize I can and a little of the panic is gone.'

He's ready for more I hear you tell him. I try again to pull back but can't move at all as I feel him push his cock deeper. Oh god, I can feel it in my throat. He hasn't moved, letting me relax more and adjust to it. I stop struggling so much.

'I knew you could do it boy,' your breath hot in my ear. Your hand moves to my throat and you rub lightly. 'I can feel it boy, I can feel his cock.'

I feel like my face is impaled on his cock. I feel him pulling back a little then slowly sliding it back in. Then he starts slowly fucking my throat. Each time he slides a little further out before sliding it deep.

'This is what faggots like you do boy. You give it all to real men. You do as told.'

My ears hearing it but my mind on the cock in my throat. Oh god. Oh god the feeling so intense. Your hand still on my throat. It feels like your hand is pulling him deeper into my throat. Suddenly, he's so deep and he holds it there as you stroke my throat. The feeling is indescribable. I feel it swell and get even harder, then he pulls back to where just the head is in my mouth and he starts filling my mouth with cum. It's so hot and so much.

'Don't swallow boy', you tell me.

I feel him wiping his cock off on my lips. Feel you pull me back from the hole making me stay on my knees.

'Open your mouth boy, look at the hole. Let the man see the faggot cocksucker who just serviced him.'

I just see his eyes. Kneeling in the cum, my mouth open, full of cum. Some is sliding down to my chin. Realize what I must look like.

'That's a good start faggot. Thanks Mike.'

I hear him get up and leave. I realize you know this guy. I bet you planned this. I can't believe I took his cock into my throat. Didn't figure I would ever be able to do that. He had a big cock too, thinking about how it felt in my mouth. How can it be so soft and so hard at the same time?

You pull my head back, take a finger and wipe some cum off my chin and move your finger to my mouth. I look at your cum covered finger as you lower it into my cum filled mouth. Feel you stirring the cum with your finger coating my mouth, making sure I get a good taste of the man's cum. I feel like such a slut.

'Swallow his cum boy, I will train you to need the taste of man cum.'

He makes me feel so low but I don't seem to be able to resist him. Hear him laugh softly making me realize I'm sucking his finger like it's another cock.

'I think you are starting to understand fagboy. Only one more to go.'

I can't believe you want me to suck another cock after that. 'Please Sir. Please no more.'

'Look at me boy.'

I look up at him.

'We can leave now and go to your place. Of course, you will have failed and that will have to be handled or we can stay here and you can tell me how much you want to suck another cock. Your choice, you know I would never make you do anything you really didn't want to do.'

Thinking about how pissed he might be even with what I already did. What if he gets rougher than last time? I look down. 'I want to suck another cock Sir.'

'You sure boy, I don't mind taking you home right now.'

'No Sir, I want to suck another cock, really.' I try to deny it to myself and know that you are making me do this but realize the thought of sucking another strange cock is exciting me.

'You are going to be a good little fagboy for me aren't you?'

'Yes Sir.'

'You need another cock boy, get down by the hole and wait like a good little bitch.'

I move up to the hole. Feel anticipation, knowing soon I will be sucking cock. I hear the door shut and lock. He puts money in the machine and I watch him take his cock out. You made me beg him again and helped him use my mouth. Again I begged for another facial. It didn't take long for before I felt his cock swell. I grabbed it, stroking hard, aimed it for my face wanting to make sure he got it all over my face. I opened my mouth, wanting cum. He sprayed my face. I sucked him clean, wanting to please him. He got up to leave.

'Thanks Steve, I will be in touch.'

Oh god, he knows who I am. Who was he? I didn't recognize his voice. Oh god, someone knows what I just did. What if he tells others? You can see me panicking.

'I think you made a new friend fagboy,' and I hear you laugh softly.

You help me up and lead me over to a mirror and make me look at myself. My face covered with cum, my knees dirty from kneeling on the floor. See you behind me looking in the mirror also. Feel you reach around me with one hand stroking my cock through my panties.

'Tell me what you see boy.'

Looking in the mirror, I see streaks of cum across my nose, on my cheeks, cum drop hanging from my chin. 'I see a fag cocksucker Sir.'

'That's what I see too. You just sucked three cocks and ate cum just like the sissy wimp you are. You would have sucked more cock if I wanted you to, right?'

Your hand is stroking me faster. It feels so good. Nodding my head yes.

'You would have sucked more cock because you wanted more cock didn't you, I could see it all over your face. I wouldn't have had to make you do it, you wanted more cock didn't you faggot?'

You holding me tightly making me look at myself in the mirror. My head back against your shoulder, almost on my toes. The feel of your hand rubbing my cock through my panties is making it feel so good. I shake my head yes. He is right, I did want more.

'Look in the mirror faggot. Look in the mirror and tell me what the fagboy wanted.'

Tears start rolling down my cheeks, softly 'More cock Sir.'

'Say it boy.'

Looking at myself in mirror, 'I want more cock.'

He makes me say it over and over as he strokes me. He takes his other hand bringing it around to my face and starts smearing the cum all over my face, coating it, forcing his fingers into my mouth deeply at time. He uses my face and mouth for his pleasure, humiliating his boy, making him lick his hand all clean. Realize my face smells like cum. Your hand pulls me back against you to where I can feel your hard cock through your slacks pressing against my panty covered ass. Your hot breathe in my ear, repeating over and over softly, faggot, cumslut, cocksucker, sissyboy, wimp.

Your hand feels so good, I feel that I'm about to cum. 'Sir, if you don't stop, I'm going to cum.'

You go faster. 'Cum in your panties sissyboy.' I can't help it and I cum so hard. It's all I can do to keep from crying out. I fill my panties with my hot cum. Feels so wet, so messy as I start to come down from the high I was on. Thinking that must be one of the best cums ever.

'Time to go fagboy.'

Putting my clothes back on, I notice my knees again. 'Sir, do you have anything I could clean my knees with?'

'Leave them like they are boy. I think most people here know what went on back here anyway.'

'But Sir.' He ignores me and takes my bicep again and leads me slowly through the booths. It feels like he is showing them all his dominance over me. My eyes low not wanting to make eye contact with them but I can tell that all the men are looking at me. I wonder if I sucked any of them. I don't see anyone I know. I'm still scared about someone who knows me knowing I was here and what I was doing here. He takes me into the main area and I see the clerk staring at me and then you looking back at him.

'Go ask him if he works tomorrow and what time he gets a break boy. I think he likes you.'

'Please Sir. I did what you wanted me to do back there.'

'Then do what I tell you to do out here or we can go back there for more lessons.'

'Yes Sir.' I move over to the counter and force myself to ask the questions.

He leans over near me. 'Be here at 11, I will save a big load for you, sweetie.' He leans over looking at my knees. 'How many boy?'

Looking down, I say softly, 'Three Sir'.

'Good boy, you didn't waste their cum did you?'

'No Sir.'

'I didn't think so. I thought you probably loved cum.'

Head down, so humiliated.

'Let's go boy. You got your date for tomorrow so you can quit bugging me about the hot guy at the counter.'

'See you tomorrow sweetie.' Hear him laugh and wave over to you. 'Thanks man.'

Embarrassed, I walk away till you grab me again and lead me from the place. You lead me to my car. You tell me you will follow me to my house, that it's time for another talk.

I get in and drive off. I can't believe what I just did. Why do I do everything he tells me to do? Why can't I tell him no, that I won't do it? I wonder what is going to happen at my place. What if I didn't do good enough? Is he going to punish me? I need to try harder to please him. Realize what I'm thinking, know it's wrong but I can't stop. Then I hit me. Oh god, I wonder if he wanted me to act that way he told me to act when we were together last time? Was I supposed to act like a fag? I realize I didn't. He has warned me about this already. Oh god, he might be really mad at me. Feel like I'm about to break into tears. Pull into the garage and you park and follow me into the house not saying a word.

'You are in so much trouble boy, you seem to be a slow learner.'

'Please Sir please, I'm so sorry, I was so nervous going into a place like that I just forgot. It was all so much Sir, I hope you understand. I mean I did tell you that I wanted to keep it private.' Pleading with him as we move into the living room.

'Knees boy.'

I drop to my knees, 'I'm really sorry Sir.'

'Tell me what you did wrong boy,' he asks pacing back and forth in front of me.

'I didn't act like a fag, I didn't walk or talk like one. I acted like I was a man.'

He stops, 'Look up boy.'

When I do he slaps me a stinging blow.

'Are you a man?'

'No Sir, I'm a faggot.'

'Yes a stupid one, can't even remember what a fag he is, stills tries to pretend to be a man. Right boy?' he asks as he slaps my other cheek. 'What did I tell you about sorry fagboy?'

'That there are consequences for being bad, sorry doesn't count Sir.'

'That's correct. When you go see the bookstore clerk tomorrow how are you going to act?'

'I'm going to act like I'm gay Sir.'

'You were always going to have to do that but for fucking up so badly tonight, tomorrow you will be a sissy fag when you go in and see him. You will flirt with him like a girl, you will try on one of the dresses they sell there and you will model it for him. You will tell him you couldn't sleep last night. That all you could think about was being a sissy fag for him. A sissy fag!!! Am I clear?'

Begging you from my knees, 'Please don't make me do that Sir please. Just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it.'

'I just finished telling you what I wanted, now that isn't going to be a problem is it? I would hate to show up at your work place and have to talk to you about it.'

'No Sir,' realize I really don't have a choice. This guy could really fuck up my life if he wanted. I know he took a lot of pictures the first time we met.

'Since you felt it necessary to not agree to do as told immediately, I now want you to wear the dress home.'

'But Sir...' he interrupts.

'I can keep adding more if you insist on arguing or you can do as told. Your choice faggot. Look up.'

When I do he immediately slaps me. 'You must learn to obey faggot.'

'I will be calling my friend at the bookstore checking on your behavior. Do not disappoint me again faggot.' Smiling to myself as I think about how I won't make him wear the dress home but will let him worry about it till the clerk lets him off the hook.

You turn and let yourself out leaving me kneeling on the floor, tears running down my cheeks as I realize how it's going to be. Know that I will do as he says. I can tell his threats are not idle ones. My mind is racing. I think about what I did tonight and now tomorrow. How can I do that? I think about the dresses I saw in the store, the skin tight miniskirts. Then there were all the plaid, pleated skirts and the white blouses. Then suddenly realize I'm thinking about what dress I might like best.

What is happening to me? I get up slowly, go lay down on my bed still in the sticky panties. Still can taste the cum in my mouth, my panties almost dry but sticking to my trimmed pubes. I lean down and take them off and hold on to them as I lay back down. I look and I can see where some is still wet and where some of the cum has dried already. I just keep looking at it then bring them closer so I can smell them. I roll over on my stomach, can feel my hard cock against the sheets. I can't help humping against the sheets a little. I bring the panties closer and closer and find them against my lips as I kiss them. My tongue glides over the silky material, licking then and finally sucking them into my mouth. I can taste the cum. I can't stop. So turned on, oh god, I start cumming from just humping the sheets. Take the panties from my mouth and look at them. They are soaked and all the cum is gone. I roll over and start crying. What is wrong with me?














Down The Path Ch. 03

I haven't been able to concentrate all day, didn't get anything done. All I can think about is having to go back to the bookstore tonight. I don't know if I can do it but if I don't I'm not sure what he might do. Maybe he just won't contact me anymore and I really don't want that. More troubling is the thought of him having the pictures of me. I know several of them are really nasty and I can't imagine them getting out. What if he went to where I work and just left some copies lying around, like in the men's room. I know I would have to quit my job. How could I go to work with everyone knowing?

I know what I have to do. It's going to be so hard to act fem. I really don't think I'm very good at it. How can I try on a dress there and let him see me in it? What if he makes me come out of the dressing room? Oh god, how did I get into this? Maybe I should just refuse to do it. I wish I could do that but I know that fear of discovery will overcome everything else and that I will do what he told me to do. What will the guy want me to do? I know he wants me to suck his cock but will that be all. What if he expects more? I never have had anything bigger than my finger up my ass. What if he goes there? I'm so on edge, can't sit down very long till I'm pacing around again.

Unknown to me, you call the guy you know at the bookstore. He was home and you talk to him about me. You two aren't really friends, just know each other through the bookstore. He had got in touch with you a few times when he saw submissive boys at the store. You had went down there and had some success so you kind of felt you owned him and this was a chance to square things up a little.

'Hello, Brian here,' the clerk answers the phone.

'Hello ,Brian, Mike here, nice seeing you again last night.'

'Yea, you too Mike, where did you find this one?'

I laugh, 'I didn't find this boy anywhere. He found me online. Boys got issues, he a fag if I have ever met one but he is having trouble admitting it to himself. He needs to be pushed there if you know what I mean Brian.'

'Yea Mike, I know what you mean. I spotted that about him the minute he came into the store. I love this kind don't you? Pushing them, knowing it so hard for them but they do it anyway,' he laughs softly. 'So are you really sending him over here tonight?'

'The little bitch better show up or he and I have issues and he wouldn't be very happy about what I would do to prove a point. Guys like this must learn it's not important what they think.'

'My guess is he scared to death of being exposed. Is that the way it is Mike?'

'Exactly, and that makes everything so easy when dealing with guys like this. They will publicly humiliate themselves so that people don't find out what a fag they are. Bitches don't want others to think they are a fag and what does he do, he goes out and let men see him behave like a total fag. Crazy isn't it and they don't even realize it. By the way this fag's name is Steve but I want you to call him Steffi when he shows up. That work for you?'

'For sure, can't wait. I could see how hard it was for him last night. He did admit to me that he sucked three cocks. I would have like to have seen that,' laughing.

'Yea, it was great. He didn't want to do it but once he was on a cock it would have been hard to pull him off. The fag loves a cock in his mouth. Anyway, when he comes over tonight, I told him since he tried to act like a man in the bookstore last night that tonight he had to be a sissy fag when he comes over to see you. I told him that he would be expected to sound like a sissy fag and act like one. I also told him that he had to tell you about how much he wanted to be a sissy fag for you. Make sure you draw that out of him. Make him admit it to you out at the counter. Let's put him through it Brian, test him. That ok with you? I know you like sissy boys too.'

'I'm going to enjoy this Mike. Something about the fag when he showed up last night that really got my attention. How far can I take it?'

'First of all, no fucking him this time. I get first shot at his virgin ass. That's not to say there would be a problem with a small butt plug if he needs help learning how a sissy walks. I told him he has to try on a dress over there tonight. Dress him as fully as you want. You can put some makeup on him if you want but make sure he still looks like a man, a sissy fag man. As far as exposing him, if you want to walk him through arcade in dress, I have no problem with that. It would be good advertising. Sexually, anything goes except the fucking. I owe you, enjoy my fag.'

'I know you Mike. I know exactly how you like to have these boys treated and I'm really looking forward to this one. I have seen some of your boys when you have released them. Biggest little sluts that come in here, they will suck anyone and don't mind being fucked either. You definitely took the man out of them Mike.'

'There was no man there before Brian, they just didn't realize it or want to accept it. Amazing with a little time with a strap or paddle will help them understand. Time spent with a cock in their mouth is also needed.'

'Hey Brian, I told him he had to wear a dress home tonight. Let him believe that but when you finish with him don't make him wear it,' I tell him laughing. 'That is unless he begs to wear it home.'

Thinking to myself that I will have to make sure he begs to do just that. I can imagine him walking out of here all dressed now. I have to reach down and adjust myself. I wonder what he looks like with tears running down his face, cute I bet. Got to stop thinking about him or won't be able to save a big load for him later. 'Got you Mike. I really appreciate this. I guess you noticed the way I looked at him last night. I owe you for this buddy.'

'No problem, will talk to you tomorrow to see how he did. Enjoy.' The phone call ends.

I'm still home trying to settle down. Should I give myself an enema? Really don't want to, hate them but what if he wants to play with my ass? I decide I'm not going to do it, I think he just wants me to suck him and anyway, maybe that might keep him away. The phone rings.

'Hello.'

'Is this Steffi?'

'I think you have the wrong number.'

'I don't think so faggot.'

I realize who it is now. 'Hello Sir.'

'You will answer to Steffi now, Steve sounds way to masculine for you,' I hear you tell me.

'Yes Sir I understand.' It really doesn't seem that big of deal.

'Tell me where you are going tonight Steffi.'

'I'm going to the bookstore Sir.'

'Why are you going there Steffi?'

'Because you told me to Sir.'

'Don't lie to me Steffi, why are you going there?'

'I'm going there to meet the clerk there Sir.'

'That's your excuse. Tell me why you are going there. There is only one reason guys like you go to places like that. Tell me.'

I know what he wants me to say. Is he right? No, he's making me go there but if I tell him that he might get mad at me. 'I'm going there to suck cock Sir.'

'Why do you have so much trouble admitting the truth boy? I can see we need to spend some serious time together to adjust your thinking.'

I know what he means. He's going to punish me, probably hard. Why do I keep disappointing him? I know I have to try harder to please him. 'I'm sorry Sir, I really am trying.'

'Well boy, you need to start trying harder then because I'm not at all happy with you right now. I better not get a bad report on you from Brian at the bookstore. Do you fucking understand faggot?'

'Yes Sir, I will try harder.' Damn, he has me near tears over the phone.

'You understand how you are expected to behave tonight, right?'

'Yes Sir.'

'Tell me.'

'I'm supposed to act like a sissy fag Sir.'

'And if Brian tells you to do something, what are you going to do Steffi?

'I'm going to do it Sir.'

'And what are you going to wear home Steffi?'

'A dress Sir.'

'Why?'

'Because I'm a sissy fag Sir.'

'Good. Do not disappoint me Steffi. I have told Mike that I want him to take a few pictures on his phone and send them to me so do not give him any shit about that or there will be consequences.'

'Yes Sir,' I try not to sound down but that will just give him that much more to hold over me. This is all developing into much more than what I was looking for.

It's getting about time to leave and start getting dressed. Do I wear panties? He told me he wanted me to be a sissy so I guess I better. Want to try and do this right and maybe he will take it easier on me then. I put on a pair of pink panties and then a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. Sit down and smoke some pot. That usually helps me relax and feel more submissive. Finally, it's time to go and get up and take the short drive down there.

I sit there in front of the bookstore trying to build up my courage. How can I do this? I practice saying hello, trying to make my voice sound more fem but it just comes out sounding really faggy. No one has gone in while I have been sitting here so maybe there aren't many people in there right now. I finally force myself out of the car and go in. I move inside and look over at the counter and see the clerk looking at me then he smiles.

'Hello sweetie,' he says from across the room.

There was only one other man in there looking at DVDs and I notice him look over at me. I can feel my face getting red as I walk over to the counter. I force myself to take smaller steps and try to swish my ass a little as I walk. 'Hello Sir,' trying hard to sound fem but not feeling like I did it very good.

'It's so nice so showed up, I was afraid you would wimp out of me but of course you aren't a wimp at all, are you?' Brian says leaning over on the counter looking at me, a smirk on his face.

Concentrating on my voice, 'No Sir.'

'Lean over enough to put your forearms on the counter.'

I do as he says then he tells me to put my feet together and stick my cute butt out a little more so I do it. Realize he makes me stand like a girl might stand there. It does make me feel different.

Leaning down closer to me, 'Why don't you tell me what you are Steffi?'

He called me Steffi. You must have called him and talked to him. Wondering what you told him about me. I bet this guy is going to tell him all about tonight and if you aren't pleased I will be in trouble. Head down, I say softly, 'I'm a sissy fagboy Sir.'

'I know Steffi, I knew the first time I saw you yesterday. It doesn't take a detective to tell you aren't very manly. You are behaving so much better than yesterday but a good sissy doesn't just stand there. They move their butts slowly to attract men. Did you get a good night sleep? You must have been worn out. You know, sucking all those cocks.'

I can't look up at him. I force myself to slowly swish my ass as I stand there. I can't believe how he talks to me. What did you tell him, does he know what I'm supposed to say? What if he does and I don't do it? What would you do to me? Know I better not take a chance so I force myself to say it. 'Sir, I didn't sleep very good last night, all I could think about was you and how much I wanted to be a sissy for you.' My face feels like it's on fire.

'Look at me Steffi, I didn't hear the last of it, look at me and tell me again.'

I look at him and try to keep eye contact but fail as I tell him again. 'Sir all I could think about is how much I wanted to be your sissy.' He smiles at me.

Just then the door opens and a guy, looks to be in early 30's come up to counter. He turns and looks at me. I see him checking out my ass and then he tells the clerk he needs some tokens.

The clerk looks at me, 'Can you give me a minute sweetie while I take care of this real man.'

I see the guy look at me again, smirk, and I look away. Why did he have to say that? He has to know how embarrassing that is for me. I hear him give the guys his tokens and the guy goes back to the arcade.

'Good looking guy don't you think Steffi?'

'Yea I guess.'

'Think he has a big cock Steffi?'

'I don't know Sir.'

'I bet he does. Maybe he will hang around and you will get a chance to find out later.'

Head down, this is all so hard for me.

'What's wrong sweetie, I thought you would be happy to see me but you look so sad.'

Realize what he is hinting at and know that I have to do better. I look over at him and smile. 'I am happy to see you Sir. I was thinking about you all day long.' Know that I sound like a fag but it's as fem as I can make it sound. I reach out and put my hand on yours. 'I couldn't wait to be with you,' smiling up at you as I squeeze your hand.

'I have a few things I have to do before my break. Why don't you look around, toys over there, female clothes over here. Maybe you will find something you like.'

'Ok', I walk away. I'm just glad to get alone for a few minutes to try and stop my mind from racing. I go over to the toy section and start looking around. Come to a section of leather and chrome toys under a glass counter. You walk over. 'See anything you like?'

'I was just looking.'

'One of my favorites is the chrome butt plug,' he tells me pointing to a chrome butt plug that is around 5" long and maybe an inch and a half wide at the widest till it narrows back down. 'Would you like to try it? It's not too big, just right for new sissies.'

'No thanks. I'm not ready for something like that, trust me Sir.'

'Ok sweetie but I think you are missing out.'

I can't believe he keeps calling me sweetie. It sounds so faggy. I keep moving till I'm finally in the section with the women's clothes. There is a lot of stuff in this section. They must sell a lot of clothes here. There is a small room in the back with nothing but shoes, mainly high heels and boots. Then there is the wall full of different stocking and some corsets and garter belts hanging there too. There is an area that has sweaters and blouses and next to it a full rack of school girl skirts cut so short. On the far wall is nothing but dresses and skirts. In the back is a table with nothing but panties and bras. Find myself fascinated by all the clothes when suddenly, I realize you are standing behind me.

'See anything you like Steffi?' I tense up when I feel your hands on my shoulders. 'Would you like to try something on? It's my break time, I have an hour.'

Oh god, oh god. I force it out, 'Do you want me to Sir?'

'That's up to you sweetie. If you would like to dress up for me, that would be nice but I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do.'

I'm so glad not to be facing him. I know I have to do this or he will find out. 'I want to Sir.' He makes me turn around and he puts his hands back on my arms holding me.

'You want what sweetie?'

'I want to dress up like a sissy for you Sir,' I finally get it out.

'That would be so nice Steffi. Do you know what you want to try on?'

'No, I don't have any idea. There is so much stuff back here.'

'Do you want me to help you Steffi?'

'Please Sir.'

You walk over to the wall and take down a package of black, seamed nylons and a black, lacy garter belt and you bring them over to me. 'The dressing room is back there, I want you to go back there and take your clothes off and put these on while I look for something for you to try on. Now be a good girl and give Daddy a kiss then go do as you are told.'

I'm shocked when he says that. I hadn't even considered having to kiss another guy, suck his cock or be fucked, but to kiss another guy. And the Daddy thing, he wants me to call him that? Look around and no one is in this part of store. 'Maybe we could do that later Sir...you know back there.'

He puts his arms around me and pulls me close. 'Now give me a kiss sweet boy.'

There's no way out of this, I look up some, coming closer until our lips finally meet and I give him a quick kiss. Surprised when he grabs my head pulling it back as his lips meet mine and he pushes his tongue into my mouth. He holds me tightly as he kisses me passionately. Feels like he is sucking the breath from me and find myself panting softly when he finally breaks the kiss.

'That is how you kiss Daddy sweetie, do you understand?'

I nod my head yes.

'Tell me, Daddy I understand.'

Still can taste him in my mouth, eyes down, 'yes Daddy, I understand.'

'Ok sweetie, go do as told and make sure you get your seams straight.'

I go back to dressing room and start undressing. At least the store is empty, that helps a lot. Get down to my panties and then unwrap the nylons. They are so silky feeling, black and when I look closer notice the seam up the back. I have watched videos enough to know how to put them on. Pull them up as high as I can. They feel so smooth and sexy, running my hands over them. Then put the garter belt on and attach the stockings after a struggle. When I stand, it pulls the stocking up nice and tight. You open the door and come right into the booth and look me over.

'Those panties will never do, take them off now.' much more forceful than before.

I wait for him to leave but he just stands there so I go to take panties off but realize I can't take them off with the garters in the way. 'Sir, do you want me to unfasten the nylons or what.' You walk over to me.

'That won't be necessary,' and you reach down with both hands, take my panties in them and pull, ripping them. You stay with it till you have ripped them off of me. 'Any other problems Steffi?'

I can't believe you just did that. Standing there as I see you looking at my cock.

'I guess I understand now why you are a sissy. No way you could satisfy a woman or a gay guy with that little cock.'

I never really thought it was that small but when I look down it does look really small and having him talking to me like this is making it shrivel up even more. 'I'm sorry Sir but I'm very nervous right now and...'

'Spare me sweetie, I don't care at all that you have a little boy cock. Your cock is not really important anyway, is it?'

'I guess not Sir.'

'Tell me what's important around here Steffi.'

Thinking what he wants from me then think I know. 'Your cock is important Sir.'

'That's right and whose cock is it sweetie?'

'It's Daddy's cock.'

'That's right sweetie, maybe you aren't as big as bimbo as Mike says you are. Now lift up your arms.'

I lift them up and feel you slide the bra straps over them and then attach it in the back. When you let go, it feels so heavy and when I look down there are really big silicone breast forms in the bra. They have to be at least a D cup. 'Sir, please, I just wanted to try on a dress or something.' He comes around in front of me giving one cheek little love slaps. They are just hard enough to sting a little but worse on my physic.

'Steffi, this is something, now quit whining. I don't like whiny girls, you understand?'